Page 12 of The Mountain Man's Girl

“God, that feels so good,” she practically moans, and I run my thumbs back up her spine into safe territory before I cross a line. I massage across her skin, wanting to remove the tension from her muscles and her tight shoulders. She drops her head back,relaxing into my touch, and I fight not to run my hands down her chest. I’d give anything to slip my soapy fingers over her breasts and give them a thorough cleaning.

“I’ll let you finish up,” I say, grabbing the towel to dry my hands off. I need to get out of this steamy room before I do something I shouldn’t. I may be a good man, but even I have limits on my willpower. “Let me know when you’re done, and I’ll come back in to get you. I’ll leave a robe for you to slip on.”

I go to stand but am stopped by her sweet voice.

“Can you wash the rest of me?”

Is she trying to kill me? The girl is bound and determined to weaken my defenses and get me to succumb to these forbidden desires. She doesn’t know what she’s asking for. One touch…one fucking taste…and I’ll become a fiend. I already feel the madness boiling through my veins and pricking along my sanity. If she keeps begging, I’m going to turn into a bad man.

“Please.”

Her teeth sink down into her lip and I see the seduction burning like white hot flames in her eyes. When her back arches and her little tits appear above the surface of the bubbles, the last of my decency snaps. Her nipples are dusty rose and as tight as can be, begging to be played with. I will never understand how any male could think they’re anything less than perfect.

I reach over and pump my hands full of soap, getting them nice and lathered. She’s already squirming in the tub, creating little waves that are parting the bubbles and giving me glimpses of her pretty little pussy. Her need is in the driver’s seat, and it’s time for me to take the wheel.

I run my hands along her shoulders, massaging the soap into her skin. “I was trying to behave.” I slide my fingers lower, pressing along her collarbone, slowly inching my way down to her pretty little tits. “I was trying to be good and do right byyou. But my naughty girl won’t take no for an answer. She wants these big hands touching parts they have no business touching.”

I slide right over her two perky mounds and groan as I pinch her tight little peaks between the tips of my fingers. She bows back on a moan, arching right up into my touch. I knew these little babies would be sensitive. There’s a tidal wave of need ripping right through her, going straight to her swollen cunt. I stare between her spread legs, seeing her little button magnified by the water. It’s already poking out from its hiding place. Begging for some attention of its own.

“You like that, pretty girl?” She nods as I pluck the sensations right from her young body. I should be ashamed of myself, but there isn’t a single part of me that is regretting one moment of this. She’s something special.

“Such a dirty little girl, aren’t you? But not to worry, angel, I’m gonna get you nice and clean.” I rub my soapy thumbs around her pebbled nipples, squeezing each little breast within my grip. She’s whimpering like a cat in heat, her hands clutched on the sides of the tub, her hips rocking under the water as if the waves will give her the friction she needs. I give her peaks another tight pinch, and she cries out on a gasp.

“Traeger.”

“I know,” I groan. “I’m gonna make it feel better.”

I begin my descent, slipping my hand under the water, running along her soft little abdomen. She’s the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. Definitely too perfect for the likes of me.

She bucks against me when I run my fingers between her legs. “Is this it? Is this the spot that needs to be washed?” I rub over her swollen clit, dying to have it between my lips. I’d suck the orgasm right out of her. Drill her with pleasure until her body quakes.

“Traeger.” Her mouth presses against the side of my arm, kissing over my skin as I play with her little button. With everystroke of her tongue, another drop of cum seeps from the end of my dick. I grip the back of her hair and pull her head back, needing her to give me a real kiss.

“Give me those sweet lips, angel.”

I lower my head, and she raises up, kissing me so sweetly I feel it tingle all the way down to my toes. There’s something so innocent and angelic about this girl. I draw her tongue into my mouth and suck on it. She’s squirming against my hand, her little body writhing in her need. I rub my fingers through her folds and press against her entrance. Sliding in ever so slowly. Her hips thrust forward and she sucks me into her tight heat, and I’m about to lose my sanity. Never felt anything so fucking good.

“This little cunt needs to give me what I want,” I pant against her lips, pumping in and out faster. “You need to be a good girl for me and come, angel.”

My command has her bucking up, her clit grinding against my palm as she works to find her release. Her inner walls start to contract around my fingers and my cock pulses between my legs, imagining her clenching around my shaft. I squeeze her nipple as she rides through the storm. Her sweet sounds echoing throughout the room.

“All clean,” I whisper against her cheek as she struggles to catch her breath. Her eyes flutter open and there’s something in the look she’s giving me that has my pulse racing. She’s looking at me like I’m a king. Like I’m a martyr. But a decent man wouldn’t have touched a girl nearly half his age.

“I like my bath-time.” She smirks, and I shake my head on a chuckle.

“Yeah, well, it’s time to get you out before you turn into a prune.”

I reach in and scoop her giggling ass up. After all these years of silence, living with the anger, I’m smiling again. This little rayof sunshine has barged into my life and parted the dark clouds. She was wrong. I don’t need sex to make me less grumpy, I just need her.

11

Tarryn

The loud clap of thunder jolts me right from my sleep. After another mind-blowing orgasm, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I sit up and the credits are playing on the screen. I slept through the entire movie.

“Traeger,” I call out, my voice sounding groggy with sleep. He doesn’t answer so I try again, this time clearing my throat. “Traeger!” But there still isn’t a peep coming from anywhere in the cabin.

He usually comes rushing in when I call for him, but I don’t think he’s in the house. I work to stand, hobbling over to the window to see if he’s outside sitting on the front porch. It’s raining so hard I can barely see through the thick downpour, but no one is out there in this mess. Another clap of thunder has me jumping back and clinging to the wall for support. If the electricity goes out, I’m not sure how I’ll see.

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